A few months back we started to talk about some variety to our sex life. Now, I need to tell you that I am about as perverted as they come and I'd try...anything at least once, twice if I liked it. My wife is a little more shy. After a series of talks she finally admitted something to me. She wondered what it would be like to have another man fuck her. She did want to suck on somebody else's cock just to see what it was like. She wanted to experience another rock hard cock fuck her and poke her. I love those. Did you bring them all the way from Boston?" No," I laughed. "I work for the Army, up in Brussels. We have our own supermarket, called a PX. They have all the good stuff from home." You're in the military?"I nodded, and offered her the open bag. She reached into it with barely restrained gusto."So what do you do there? Or is it one of those secret things?" I'm a linguist. I work for the U.S. Liaison at NATO headquarters." Sounds important," she said around a mouthful of pretzel. ’”Lana started over. “The dog has left the kennel.”“Bob,” said the one in charge, turning again to his compatriot, “our vetting process appears to be in need of remediation.”She stood up. “‘s not my fuckin’ fault --”“Shut up, Bob,” he said.She grabbed the lapels of his suit, forcing him to look at her. She was smaller than he, but strong enough. A soft click told her the other Bob’s gun was pointed at her head. She didn’t care.“Listen shithead, th’ knives didn’t work. I got him an’ he barely. Okay!The male me that I used to be had doctorate degrees infollowing academic disciplines: theology, archeology,anthropology, and psychology. And, just to add insult toinjury, a few years before I opted out of the manhood gigaltogether, I added a doctor's degree in the History ofWestern Civilization to the list. "Oh! And, just so you know, the former male memanaged to acquire a whole shitload of Master's degrees aswell. I have, or I should say, the man I used to be had aMaster's degree in.